Worth Risking It by HJ Stallard

Author:HJ Stallard [Stallard, HJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Chastity Monroe

As soon as Milo unlocked the front door, I was stripping out of the dress. I needed it off my skin. Seeing the blood had seeped through the thin material and stained my torso, I nearly buckled to my knees and vomited.

The last forty-five minutes came to a head, and I started freaking out, the shock wearing off. Whimpering and thrashing against my clothes, Milo grabbed my wrists and held me still, bowing his chin to look up at me.

“Take a deep breath.”

Gulping, my teeth rattled as I did as I was told. His brows lifted, as if to warn me to stay calm. Turning me around, he unclasped my bra and then squatted to remove my heels. Patting an ass cheek on his way back up, he swung his head to the master suite right next to the entrance.

“Go take a shower. I’ll toss this in the wash.”

Despite knowing that dress would probably get ruined in the washing machine, I hugged my arms around myself and ran for the master bathroom. Yanking open the glass door, I turned on the hot water and then turned around to get a washcloth from under the sink.

I froze at my reflection in the mirror that spanned the entire length of the bathroom with two separate sinks beneath.

My pale skin was splattered with faded, red drops of blood smeared on my chest and even my chin. Seeing blood on the necklace, my heart sank, my head shaking adamantly.

Whimpering, I jumped into the shower, slammed the door, and frantically scrubbed away every trace of that man. The scalding water burned, and the fibers of the cloth chafed because I was using too much force, but I had to erase him! I had to get him off me.

Bending over, I blubbered while trying to wash away the feel of his gel covered hair on my foot. An image of his head rolling and bobbing when I accidentally hit it had my stomach cramping, and I swayed, slapping the back of my wrist to my mouth.

After a few minutes, all my energy just seemed to ooze out and I was exhausted. My knees finally gave out and my ass plopped to the white, porcelain tiled bench built in the corner of the shower. Panting, my sight blurred as I zoned out, the cloth slipping from my fingers.

I sat there until the water turned cold, replaying those short few seconds over and over. Each time my brain painted that picture, it replaced a feature until eventually, yet all at once, it was Wyatt’s face before me, his beautiful blue eyes gazing into mine as a bullet shot through his skull.

All this time, thinking Milo was harmless because he only dealt with contracts and negotiations, and he was just as ruthless as his father and Jack. As the Russian. He was a true mobster, and this was not a game. This was not a fantasy, not a dream, this was real life. My life. And a man was now dead because he dared to touch me sexually.

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